Chuki froze, stopping mid-movement like a cat, and slowly turned her head. It took her a moment to register, but yes, and very much indeed, it was
her being spoken to. Grey-brown eyes stared back at her, and Chuki could just catch enough English to realize she was referring to the bread in her hands. Chuki's own dull brown colored eyes stared down to the bread before back to the girl.
She looked younger than her. One of the 'guests' of the school, Chuki assumed.
A quick swallow and a hurried pose of appearing dignified,
"Mandazi." A brief recollection of the word in English.
"Fried bread. Eat with sauces. Or dry." Chuki took another bite, as if to show...something. Chuki, in all her egoism and competitive urge to smother out her sport opponents using their own mother tongues, was quite unsure how to talk normally in them.
"That," Chuki pointed out another treat that laid upon the table. A familiar one to her tribe as well,
"Kelewele. Banana...no...plantains, very spicy. Good for heart and muscles; eat many. Eat many and destroy your opponents in battle." And just like that, Chuki was fixated on pointing out the various foods across the table that she recognized and felt safe to make a note of. Didn't foreign tastes prefer sweeter foods, though? Chuki was sure her mother would be snipping at her for her crass English. Luckily, she was too busy attending to the department crops for the school year to come check in on her.
"Chuki. Chuki, Mwanamke." Chuki granted a name, pointing to herself. Well, it wouldn't make much sense to simply not introduce oneself to guests. She was going to have to meet these same people in a foreign school soon enough.
"Name? Tribe?"
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